Perhaps the word project needs to project
For if one’s endeavors are a source of joy
They should spread it to our girls and boys
Perhaps one needs to subject their subject
Yes, subject it for critique – it has mystique
Because it’s so unique
Perhaps crafting the craft would be best
As the Emergency Broadcast system reveals
‘This is only a test!’
I’m told my obsession becomes my profession
Let’s study ‘pro-fession’…
A pro at confessing and processiong…hmmm…
The obscure lesson is an obsession
If wise men say only fools rush in
Then I am certainly blushing for the rushing
What have I learned? Shall I repeat the lesson again?
Practice makes perfect they say
But maybe I’m an EX-pert
At knowing how to be curt and not hurt
But then it’s just another flesh wound…
And my IN-tell-lectures
Can’t beat EX-perience
But if I object to the object of my affections
I can’t help but scratch the infection
And there is no cure for what’s pure
If I can just suppose a juxtapose then perhaps I may love again…
Right now, forever, here’s a blank slate
Help me remember how to relate…

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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